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Jia Li readied herself for
combat. Facing her was a slim
young Japanese soldier. He wore
ordinary military fatigues, but adopted a karate
stance. Apparently Fujima had
chosen an opponent with some martial arts
skills. Cautiously the two
adversaries circled one another.
The young man aimed a kick to her
groin. Jia Li hardly bothered
to block the blow. Her fighting
skills were so highly toned that the attempted attack seemed to occur in
slow motion. Even with her legs
tethered she had enough freedom to sidestep the attack
easily. Deflecting his thrusting
leg with her right arm, she stepped into her opponent and delivered a half
dozen crushing blows to the man’s
kidneys. With a low groan the
young soldier collapsed in a heap on the
floor. That had been almost too
easy. The Japanese would have
to do better than that.
Another man stepped forward. Jia
Li reminded herself not to become
overconfident. Fujima had promised
that she would have to fight until she
lost. She would have to face
a succession of opponents and all of them might not be so
cooperative.
Her opponent this time was a fairly heavyset man, but he moved with the easy
grace of a more experienced opponent.
Jia Li realized that one advantage her adversaries had was that they
would be able to gage her talents as she fought, while she would face a
succession of unknown opponents.
Slowly Jia Li’s new adversary circled her, looking for an
opening. She could see from his
stance and fighting style that he was far more experienced than her first
antagonist. She held back, waiting
for the man to make the first move.
She had to conserve her strength.
There was no telling how many men she would have to face before the
Japanese gave up and decided that no one could beat
her. The circle of soldiers cheered
on her adversary, urging him to take the initiative against her, but he was
patient. He would not be hurried
into making the same mistake her first opponent
had.
Continuing to slowly circle her, Jia Li’s opponent suddenly lunged forward,
hoping that his seemingly endless circling had lulled her into a false sense
of security. Had her feet not
been connected by a length of chain, Jia Li would have made him pay heavily
for his ill-timed attack. She
had not been caught off guard. An
opponent of the caliber of the man that faced her was simply not good enough
or fast enough to catch her unaware.
But the handicap of her chained ankles meant she had to fend off his
attack with just her arms.
The man’s assault started with a fake roundhouse kick that he instantly
changed into a deadly front kick as Jia Li swerved away from
it. She blocked the second attack
with a downward sweep of her right arm, knocking him off
balance. She immediately launched
an attack of her own; aiming for his exposed rib cage, but he blocked her
blows in turn, sweeping his right arm down to intercept her
blows. Jia Li immediately struck
at a different area of the man’s
body. These blows too were parried
but she kept up her attack, targeting his
head. This time one of her blows
got through, bloodying the man’s
nose.
Her opponent staggered back, spraying the area around him with blood from
his flattened nose. Jia Li pressed
home her attack with a flurry of punches to the man’s throat, head,
and torso. Despite desperate
efforts from her opponent to avoid the attack, many off her punches struck
home. With a low groan, the man
collapsed, unconscious before he hit the
floor.
Breathing heavily Jia Li fought for control, willing her breathing to slow
down and relaxing her body. She
had to use the minimum amount of energy in her defence; otherwise she would
not last too many more rounds.
Immediately, another man entered the circle of
soldiers. This man was tall,
even by European standards. He
towered over Jia Li and everyone else in the
room. This man would take special
skill, as his long arms gave him a definite
advantage.
Once again Jia Li and her opponent circled one
another. The tall Japanese faced
her in an upright fighting style.
She saw that his head would be difficult for her to reach, unless
he moved within her range himself.
The tall man feigned an attack, using his great reach to strike in
her direction. Jia Li easily
avoided his blows, but the man was quick enough to cover
up. She needed to get inside
his guard, but he was being careful to make sure that she could not do
that.
They continued to spar, circling one another constantly, looking for the
elusive opening that might decide the
combat. Jia Li forced herself
to be patient. It was not up
to her to carry the attack. She
merely had to wait until the man’s patience ran out and then exploit
any mistakes he made. The shouting
from the circle of soldiers filled the
room. This also worked in her
favour. Their encouragement was
likely to goad her opponent into an unwise
move.
Finally, the tall man lost patience.
He thought he saw an opening and took it, but Jia Li had simply lured
him into a trap. She dodged his
awkward attack and she punished him with a succession of blows to his
torso. A lesser man would have
collapsed under the power of her punches, but the man’s body mass absorbed
the attack and he was able to lurch away, fending her off with poorly coordinated
sweeps of his arms. But Jia Li
was unrelenting. She followed
up her attack by ducking beneath his flailing arms and delivering a series
of blows to his abdomen. The
huge man doubled up in pain, bringing his head within Jia Li’s
range. With lightning speed,
she smashed his face and head with a succession of brutal
blows. Blood streamed from her
opponent’s nose, and ears, but he still fought
on. Mercilessly, Jia Li continued
to pound his almost defenseless body, easily avoiding his frantic and
uncoordinated efforts to fight back.
Finally, with a groan the huge man toppled forward, like a great tree
falling slowly to the ground. Her
perfect breasts heaving from the exertion, Jia Li moved to the center of
the ring, readying herself for the next opponent.
That bout had taken a lot out of her.
She had not received a single blow, but the exertion of dispatching
her opponent had drained her energy
reserves. She could not afford
to exert so much energy for each
adversary. But, of course that
was Fujima’s strategy, as he had carefully
explained. Each defeated enemy
would be replaced by a fresh opponent, until eventually she did not have
enough strength left to eliminate her next
antagonist. Then she would be
taken.
Another combatant had entered the ring.
This man was also huge, but in a totally different way from her last
opponent. He had height, standing
about six feet tall, but he was also immensely
fat. Jia Li guessed that he must
have weighed at least 300 pounds.
The slender girl was facing a veritable mountain of
flesh.
The giant man did not even bother to circle the
ring. Instead he assumed the
pose of a sumo wrestler, feet spread wide and his arms extended to grapple
with her. Jia Li kept her
distance. If her legs had been
free this would have been the perfect opponent to fight at long
range. This man wanted her to
close with him so that he could use his immense weight and strength advantage
to simply crush her.
Warily, Jia Li circled her opponent forcing the man to continually turn to
face her. She wanted to keep
him off balance and create an opportunity for
attack. Again, she was cognizant
of the fact that she did not have to press the
attack. The object of her opponents
was to defeat her and that meant that she could wait until they came to
her.
By now Jia Li’s well toned body was covered in
sweat. It was late August and
the room temperature was quite warm, made even warmer by the concentration
of bodies in the interrogation room.
The slow circling of her opponent helped her to recover from her previous
exertions, but each bout took a little bit out of
her. The room temperature was
stifling and the humidity was equally
high. Since she had been given
no food or water that morning, she was both hungry and
thirsty. Her thirst was the most
important problem. The longer
the fights lasted the more dehydrated she would
get. That meant she would soon
become fatigued and that would leave her vulnerable to
defeat. But there was no way
out of her predicament except to keep on fighting.
With a loud cry her heavyweight adversary launched himself at her, hoping
to catch her in a moment of carelessness.
Jia Li, however, was not careless.
She was simply conserving her
strength. She slipped beneath
his lumbering attack and a struck ferociously at his head as he lurched
by. She scored several times.
The man’s face was cut and bleeding, but he seemed completely unaffected
by such minor injuries.
“It’s like hitting a brick wall,” she
thought. This man was going to
be very tough to bring down.
The giant hurled himself at her again.
Once again Jia Li easily sidestepped the assault and struck back at
the man mountain as he thundered by.
Once, twice, thrice… a half dozen times she struck him in quick
succession. Incredibly, the massive
hulk simply turned and rumbled toward her as if nothing had
happened. Jia Li dodged out of
the way. This time he almost
caught her, his fleshy hands passing through her flying hair as she darted
to one side.
Jia Li’s hands stung. She
had thrown so many punches against hard bone that her knuckles were getting
sore. Now the sumo was coming
at her again, arms spread wide to engulf and crush
her. This time Jia Li probed
for a weak spot. She could not
keep on hitting him in the head if the only affect was to damage her
hands. The man was so fat that
he was almost neckless, but there was a slight gap between his chin and where
his neck should have been.
She struck him with her fingers extended.
Like a knife, her hand plunged into the folds of fat covering the
man’s neck. She felt tissue
tear under her thrust and heard a distinctly audible
crunch. The man almost caught
her before she wrenched her hand free, but this time her blow had an
effect. Gasping, the massive
Japanese clutched at his throat.
Blood splattered from his mouth as he attempted to draw air into his
shattered windpipe. With a horrible
gurgling cry he lurched away from her, pushing through the ring of soldiers
and collapsing near the wall of the room.
“One more down,” thought Jia
Li. But now she was almost
exhausted. The last bout had
taken almost all of her strength.
She desperately needed to rest, but there was to be no
respite. Another man had already
entered the ring. This man was
much like her second opponent, heavyset, but a little
taller.
Gulping air in huge gasps, Jia Li moved away from her latest
adversary. He moved better than
any of her previous attackers.
“They must have been saving him up for this stage of the
fight,” she thought.
The man gave her no time to recover from her previous
exertions. He attacked right
away with a flurry of kicks and punches.
Franticly Jia Li attempted to deflect and block the blows, backing
away from the furious assault. Her
opponent followed, seeming to sense the young woman’s weakened
state. He gave her no time to
recover; clearly perceiving that he had her on the
run.
Jia Li backpedaled, trying to give herself time to get her breath back, but
the very action of retreating while attempting to defend herself drained
more energy from her wearied body.
Her opponent was not just persistent; he was also
fast. Ordinarily he would not
have been a match for her, but as Jia Li’s fatigue slowed her down,
he seemed to become faster.
Eventually one of his punches caught up with
her.
Jia Li saw the blow coming, but was unable to completely avoid it, having
just blocked several other punches and
kicks. It caught her temple a
glancing blow. Had she not snapped
her head back at the last second she probably would have been knocked
unconscious. As it was the impact
of the punch dropped her to the floor.
Instantly her adversary was upon her, leaping on to the sprawling
female before she could regain her feet.
Using his greater weight and superior strength, her muscular opponent attempted
to pin her to the floor. Rolling
beneath him, Jia Li tried to squirm out from under him before he was able
to turn the contest into a wrestling
match. Her amazing reflexes almost
enabled her to break free of his grasp, but he managed to catch hold of her
right forearm with both of his hands.
As she struggled to her feet he twisted her wrist, forcing her to
pivot with her back to him to avoid having her wrist
snapped.
Exerting all of her strength Jia Li fought to
escape. She was in such good
physical condition that she was almost able to stop the slow twisting of
her wrist that was forcing her arm toward the middle of her
back. Gradually, however, her
arm was twisted into the small of her
back. Then her opponent shifted
his grip slightly so that he could bend her hand up, creating excruciating
pain in her bent wrist. The hold
enabled him to completely control her.
Jia Li had to move where he chose or deal with a broken
wrist. Downward pressure on her
wrist forced her to her knees, and then right down to the
floor.
Grunting in pain and frustration, Jia Li felt the weight of her opponent
settle onto her thighs and backside.
Pushing with her free left arm, she attempted to roll over, but the
Japanese simply exerted pressure on her wrist, forcing her flat to the
floor. Jia Li could feel her
antagonist fumbling with something but could not see what he was doing until
she felt the touch of a hemp rope on her
wrist. He was attempting to bind
her and render her completely
helpless!
Fear of being tied up reinvigorated her and she thrashed frenziedly on the
floor, trying to wriggle out from under her
captor. But even as she tried
to ignore the terrible pain in her wrist and redoubled her efforts to escape,
she felt the coarse strands of the rope draw tight around her right
wrist. She then felt the rope
being pushed under her left biceps.
Once there, it was slowly pulled tight, pulling her bound right hand
over to her left arm. The rope
was then tied off and the soldier grasped her left wrist and twisted it behind
her back in the same way that he had done with her right
arm. Her left wrist was then
tied to her right biceps. Her
arms were now effectively immobilized, but just to make sure, another length
of rope was wound about her forearms, lashing them tightly
together. Jia Li’s deadly
fighting skills had been rendered impotent!
All about her the ring of Japanese soldiers had closed in so that the cheering
spectators could better witness the triumph of their
comrade. They chanted his
name. “Bunzo! Bunzo!”
and urged him to complete his task.
Although Jia Li spoke little Japanese, she could guess what he was
being incited to do. A few seconds
later, her worst fears were confirmed as he began to fumble with her
belt. Bound and face down on
the floor, she was helpless to stop her complete
subjugation.
Her belt unbuckled, Jia Li felt her pants slowly being pulled down, exposing
her sweet derriere to the hooting, cheering mass of
onlookers. Soon she was naked
from the waist down, her anus and sex organs exposed to attack from the
rear. But her assailant was
patient. He rolled her over and
began to unhurriedly unbutton her tunic.
As each button was undone, her bountiful breasts were gradually
revealed. Finally, the last button
was released and her tunic was pulled open revealing her exquisite twin
hemispheres, her sweet, pointed nipples accentuating the wondrous perfection
of her grapefruit-sized breasts.
Hurriedly, Jia Li’s vanquisher pulled off his own
clothes. Within a minute he was
as naked as she was and had settled himself between her
legs. Jia Li had tried to prevent
this, but he easily parted her thighs, using his weight and strength to
advantage. Then he began a leisurely
exploration of her gorgeous body.
Jia Li writhed under his degrading touch.
He started with her breasts, kneading and squeezing the firm, ripe
flesh. Within a minute, Jia Li
was grunting in pain as he increased the intensity of his pressure on her
breasts. He was not just kneading
her soft globes, but mauling them
mercilessly. It was all she could
do to stop herself from screaming.
Even so, it was evident from her contorted features and continued
grunts that she was suffering greatly.
The noise from the crowd of Japanese soldiers was almost deafening
as they hurled suggestions for further torture at her brutal
captor.
He did not need much encouragement.
He shifted his attention to her vaginal region, thrusting two fingers
past her labia. At the same time
he took her areola in his mouth and bit down
hard.
“Aaaahhhh!!”
This time Jia Li let loose a scream of
anguish. It felt as if he was
trying to bite off the tip of her breast.
Pulling back with his teeth, Bunzo stretched her tortured nipple away
from her breast.
“AAAGGGHHHHNNN!!”
she cried again. The pain was
terrible, but it was about to get worse.
Bunzo had two fingers inside her, probing her vaginal canal, now
he released her bleeding breast and inserted two more from his other
hand. Then he pulled his fingers
in opposite directions, as if he was trying to tear her
open. The pain was
frightening. All the more so
as it was so unexpected. Jia
Li shrieked in agony.
Satisfied with his initial humiliation of his victim, Bunzo mounted
her. He thrust his rigid penis
deep into her vagina. He was
not especially large, so the pain of his entry was not as great as that of
her previous rape, but it was still a degrading and painful
experience.
“Uuuhhnnn!”
Jia Li suppressed a scream, but was not
able to hold back a grunt, as Bunzo pumped into her unlubricated
vagina. He continued his rape
of the helpless gasping female for about five minutes before
ejaculating. He then heaved his
sweating body from the humbled woman.
Immediately another man took his
place. This seemed to serve as
an excuse for a general assault by the surrounding
soldiers. They swarmed over her
body, groping, squeezing, pinching, and biting any part of her body they
could reach. At the same time
the man between her legs raped her
relentlessly. Jia Li began to
scream
uncontrollably.
One after the other each soldier took his place between her legs
and had his turn in her once tight
vagina. After the sixth rape,
Jia Li was too exhausted to respond.
The seventh man turned her over, and began to penetrate her
anus. This seemed to temporarily
revive her, and she began to scream
hoarsely. The penetration of
her anus proceeded inexorably.
Deeper and deeper her assailant thrust into her, forcing the tight
aperture apart. Jia Li’s
screams mounted in intensity, and then suddenly subsided into muffled grunts,
as one of the other soldiers pulled her head back and shoved his penis into
her mouth. In a few minutes both
of her new assailants ejaculated into her and two more took their
place. The double rape soon turned
into a triple rape, as a third man got beneath her and entered her vagina
again. Unable to scream or even
protest Jia Li’s cries deteriorated into stifled
moans.
Thirty feet away, chained to the wall, a horrified Larra watched Jia Li’s
degradation. She wept to see
her friend so abused, but was helpless to aid
her. Holding her child, she stood
silently while her friend and companion was horribly
brutalized. And in the forefront
of her mind was the realization that once the mob of soldiers was finished
with Jia Li, it would be her turn.
The rape lasted several hours.
Eventually, the last man satisfied his
lust. Jia Li’s spent body
was hauled away. Fujima turned
to Larra. It was time to humble
the arrogant British bitch. A
soldier chained Larra’s ankles in the same way that Jia Li had been
handicapped. There would be no
way that she could defend herself adequately from the multiple assaults that
would come her way. Her baby
was taken from her arms and turned over to the same Manchu woman who had
brought the child to Larra. Then,
Larra was led into the ring of soldiers, which had reformed in the center
of the room.
Larra knew that she was going to face the same fate as Jia
Li. The only question was whether
or not she would last as long as the feisty Chinese
girl. Her fight would be hopeless,
but she would not simply give up.
Her pride demanded that she fight for as long as she was able before
giving in.
Her ordeal began the same way as Jia Li’s
had. She faced a single rather
inexperienced Japanese soldier.
Larra did not even bother to adopt a defensive
stance. She simple stood in the
center of the circle of soldiers and waited for the man to make his
move. The attack came more swiftly
than she had expected. The man
was not entirely unskilled, but Larra still easily sidestepped his
rush. As he passed her she struck
hard to the back of his neck, paralyzing his muscles and dropping him senseless
to the floor. The fight had lasted
all of five seconds.
The crowd around Larra fell temporarily
silent. The Japanese soldiers
had expected her to be easier than Jia Li, probably on account of her European
origins. They did not expect
her to possess a very high level of martial arts
skills. They now realized that
they did not face a frightened white woman, but a formidable opponent whose
skill outmatched any of them.
Larra’s next candidate appeared far more
impressive. It was Bunzo, the
same man that had finally defeated Jia
Li. Apparently, they thought
him of suitable caliber to handle Larra as
well. Larra was a bit more careful
this time. She faced her adversary
with her hands at her sides. She
looked unprepared, but she was ready to move quickly in any direction when
the attack came.
Bunzo attacked with lightning speed, but he was not facing an exhausted opponent
this time. Larra turned his blows
aside and her counterattack smashed his nose into his
skull. Blood pouring from his
shattered beak, Bunzo staggered away from the charging
female. But he was not fast
enough. Larra caught up to him
and evading his flailing arms, stepped inside his guard and drove her knee
into his crotch. The force of
the blow lifted Bunzo right off the
floor. His testicles crushed,
the screaming Japanese fell to the floor.
But even as he collapsed, Larra delivered a series of brutal blows
to his head and back. She wanted
to exact a little revenge against this animal for what he had done to Jia
Li. The fight was over in just
seconds. Larra had demonstrated
her superiority with frightening ease.
Even as a nursing mother she was more than a match for any of the
opponents Fujima could select for her.
Larra glanced over at Fujima. His
face was a mask of rage. Then
she turned her attention to her next
opponent. After what she had
just done to her first two opponents, this man was hesitant to face
her. Larra was not even breathing
hard from her exertions, but she had dispatched two trained Japanese soldiers
with ease. Circling cautiously,
the soldier looked for an opening.
Larra turned to face him, waiting
patiently.
Fujima was furious. He had waited
calmly for his men to finish off the Chinese slut, even though she had lasted
far longer than he had imagined she could, but this was getting to be too
much. This European bitch was
making his best men look foolish and was beating them up badly to
boot. With a nod he signaled
to one of the soldiers who formed part of the circle around Larra and her
opponent.
Intent on dealing with her latest adversary, Larra did not see Fujima’s
signal. She did not see or hear
the man who stealthily stepped from the circle of soldiers and sneaked up
behind her. Her first intimation
of his presence came when he brought his clenched fists down on the back
of her neck. The force of the
blow drove her to her knees. She
never recovered from the sneak attack.
Immediately she was seized by her second
attacker. Reaching around in
front of her breasts he grabbed the front of her tunic and tore it open with
such force that buttons snapped off and flew for several feet all
directions. Then he tore what
was left of the garment from her torso and tossed it
aside. The action left most of
Larra’s upper body naked, her heavy breasts covered only by a flimsy
halter top that Larra had sewn together to provide support for her milk-heavy
breasts.
The respite provided by the removal of her shirt, although brief, gave Larra
a chance to recover. She attempted
to rise to her feet. Quickly
the man who had torn off her shirt attempted to immobilize her arms by gripping
them in a full nelson. The pressure
of the hold forced her head down and pulled her arms uselessly out to the
side. Then her first opponent
laid into her with a series of blows to her
midsection. Helpless to avoid
any of the blows, Larra tensed her stomach muscles and tried to weather the
attack.
“Hunghn!” Larra grunted as the first punch slammed
into her midriff. It was followed
quickly by a second fist into the same
region.
“Ughhnn!”
Then deliberately, and with as
much power as he could muster, her assailant struck a third time, a fourth
time, a fifth time.
“Hunhggn!” Each time Larra’s grunted expulsion
of breath allowed her to stand up to the beating, but even her finely toned
muscles had their limit.
“Oooofff!”
The seventh blow knocked the breath from
her. Gasping, she was unable
to stand up to the eighth, ninth, and tenth,
blows. They took all of the fight
out of her. She simply became
a punching bag for her brutal opponent.
He rained punch after punch into her torso, covering her body with
bruises. Then opening his hand
he smacked her head back and forth with a series of vicious slaps that closed
her left eye and left her beautiful high cheekboned face bruised and
battered. The beating stopped
only when Larra’s head lolled loosely on her shoulders as she passed
into unconsciousness. Thus it
was that she was unaware of the first two men that took
her.
When she awoke she found that her arms were still pinioned by one
man and that she was being vigorously raped by a
second.
“Ooohhhh!!”
Her cry of anguish and humiliation alerted her abusers to the fact
that she was once again conscious.
That acted as a signal for two more Japanese to get in on the
action. While she had been
unconscious the chains around her ankles had been
removed. Now her legs were forced
wide apart and she was shifted into a woman above position, so that she was
riding on top of the penis of the man under
her. Dazedly, she struggled to
extricate herself from the man below her, but he had placed his hands in
the small of her beautifully arched back and was holding her firmly in
place. In addition, her arms
were pulled out to the side by two more willing Japanese soldiers who were
waiting their turn.
From behind she felt a second man mounting her, spreading apart the
cheeks of her derriere.
“Noo!” she screamed, but within seconds the
man behind her had gripped her breasts and was pushing his erect phallus
into her anus. As his hands dug
into her quivering tits, milk squirted from the swollen glands, spraying
a good ten feet across the room.
Then his swollen sex organ penetrated her anus, forcing the soft tissues
of her shapely backside
apart.
“Aagghh!
Aaoommmhp!” Larra’s scream of pain and rage
was cut short as a third man plunged his stiff rod into her mouth, pushing
it quickly to the back of her throat.
She was being sexually assaulted simultaneously by three different
men. Refusing to give in, Larra
bit down on the penis that was inserted in her
mouth. With a howl of rage, the
man ripped his injured phallus from her
lips. Viciously he punished her
for her brashness, slapping her face open handed and closing her other
eye. Dazed and almost blind Larra
felt the man seize her hair and wrench her head
back. Immediately, he again inserted
his penis into her open mouth. This
time she did not have the strength to defy him and he continued his forced
felatio to his satisfaction.
After what seemed like an age to their victim, the three men finished
with her. They were quickly replaced
by three more and Larra was subjected to another session of multiple
rape. And so it continued until
every Japanese soldier in the room had been
satisfied. The ordeal lasted
for hours, and only ended when the first of Larra’s defiler’s were
ready to begin again. Fujima
decided that she had had enough for one
day. Tomorrow he would continue
his “questioning”.
Larra was dragged back to her cell.
Jia Li was already there, lying in a sort of
stupor. She was in too much pain
to sleep, but too badly battered and humiliated to remain fully
awake. Larra’s arrival stirred
her out of her trance. Despite
the agonizing pain, she dragged herself over to her fallen
comrade. Larra had fainted during
that last part of her ordeal and her violated body lay crumpled on the
floor. Jia Li cradled the once
beautiful woman in her arms and gently rocked her back and
forth. Larra
stirred. She tried to open her
swollen eyes but failed. “Jia
Li,” she whispered between he bruised
lips. Jia Li wept, her tears
falling on Larra’s naked body.
As gently as she could, she eased her fallen companion to one of the
cots in the cell. Exhausted from
the strain she had placed on her own bruised and beaten body she held her
battered companion. Tomorrow
she was sure the Japanese would come for her and Larra
again. She doubted that either
of them would long survive such continued torment.
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